https://anchor.fm/detroit-richards/embed/episodes/The-New-Normal-e1anph7
The old normal Was nothing Special. This new normal Is strangely Unsettled. I did ask you to "Be my baby tonight": You told me that our Love was not Up for adoption: Sorry for throwing My shoe At you But when someone Pulls that cliché Shit There really isn't Anything else left To go to. How I long for An unquiet mind To make me Furiously Content In mine. This new normal Installed a Premature Long black veil. Drawn down Leaving me Treading the sidewalks In the fullness Of mourning. A bugle horn sometimes Sounds bugle call For real. And the Last Stand Had Finally Been Sounded Across Deception Falls After The Jackass Hee hawed "Wolf!" More times Than I dare To recall. Life is now Normal! Yet to adjust To normal things When the past Has been abnormal, The present is fragile, And the future Threatening Disaster Is a tall order, It is makes me Fragile if not Quite bitter. Hold me responsible to Fix, withstand And wrestle: When the fat has Been trimmed The brutal Reality remains: I have to Live with Myself After all. So it's moonshiner's Life for me! Distilling the Essence of the Whatness Of Life. Boil it in the Copper Push it Through the Rags Used Infused And sullied. Open the tap And run off The poison. There is Never more than A single shot of Truth There To down Or else to Pour a Little over The Potter's field. All that life... So little yield For the losses And gains The miles on the Road, the hard Hard rain, And these Sedentary days Spent Tapping out life on keys And strings Beating out The gold And copper Thread That runs Off These odds And ends Of Days Remembering Eightball cuties Methed out And smokey, Daisy Duck And Minnie Mouse Getting down And dirty With Bugs and Elmer Sniffing glue And raising Hell... And all those Trailer Park Homies With their U100s and Pills, both Real and Phony, And the tracks And shacks And chicken houses And trains That ran along The tracks Lulling us to sleep, Their lights shining Into our bedroom You cold as steel Me drunk And nodded out And weak Not daring To feel Anything At all. And now In this New normality I wonder If I should have Another Shot Of pumpkin spice Syrup in my Soy latte? I wonder if anyone Has a mind to spark Off mine? I wonder if this gap Will get filled Or if this Is where My life Ends? Alone. I'm looking For a Jonah Persona A rabbit's foot Stapled to A rambling letter. A new normality. Something Anything To make The new Normal Feel A Little Better.
Truly, you are a gifted poet💜
I don’t know about that. I love writing. I am almost used to baring my soul on the page. It is kinda vulnerable! How are you?
You are right, poetry can be vulnerable… But it can also be a bit of a cloak too, if you want it to be. I have been writing poetry since elementary school, sometimes nothing pleases me more than writing a poem in a way to where it’s almost like a riddle. It’s very clear to me what I meant, but the reader can take it many different ways, so I can have that catharsis of saying something I felt like I needed to say without completely stripping my psyche down in public 😁 I am OK, it’s been busy, and we had a situation in one of Tony’s walking routes (not related to anything he did) that necessitated a change in route, so he’s been less than pleased, and we’ve all been being extra vigilant. Otherwise, doing ok. How are you doing?
Im ok. Worried about my housing long term, trying to get a portfolio together to get some freelance work going. I haven’t been well recently, but think I am on the med, at least not getting worse. Sorry to hear about the upset on the route! I know if something upsets the routine all hell breaks loose! It is so hard!
I am so sorry to hear that you have not been well 💔 and that there are housing worries…these are hard times, but you have a very engaging writing style. I think surely others will recognize that in you as well 💜
Ive been trying to do some breaking into some more paid work, and monetizing my site which will help…I set up a patreon which I have to actually promote at some point. I got very disheartened after losing my publisher. Im starting to get better I think. Thank you for the encouragement!